Blue-Balled Nephew

Eric was out of the apartment when we came out of our room from after care of ourselves.

“Hope he’s not having second thoughts,” I worried out loud and thought of what my sister-in-law would think of me sucking her son off.

“He’s a secure guy,” Kent observed.

He was right; but who knew after his uncles had pretty much raped him.  Not that his two huge loads suggested any regrets or duress.  Still …

Kent reminded me we hadn’t eaten breakfast.  From there we hit the pool which is where my nephew found us around two.

“Hey uncles!” was his enthusiastic greeting as he bounced up to our lounges.

I was looking up directly into Eric’s wet swimsuit crotch bulge and gulped; I couldn’t tell you if it was an involuntary desire seeing the clear outline of his meaty dick and heavy balls or because of the guilt that resurfaced in my head.

Kent had no problem finding his voice.  “How’s your day Eric?”

I flinched at the opening fearing Eric would confess his regrets and condemn us for taking advantage of him.

“DUDES!” he began and puffed out his massive hairy chest and looked skyward.  “How do you think it is?” he went on exhaling dramatically.

Oh shit.  Oh shit. All sorts of apologies, excuses, and justifications went wild in my thoughts.

“It’s been GREAT!” Eric exclaimed with a dramatic reach above his head with both hands and a stretch.

My brain was catching up with what I was hearing; my eyes were sending encouragement to my balls as I ogled his big muscular body glistening wet in the sun.

“Not gonna lie,” he continued.  Then he leaned down closer and said in a lower voice, “Thanks to you guys I’m feeling like the world is my oyster.”  He paused and looked like he was thinking and looked out at the waves.  “Do they have oysters here?  That’s right they’re from the ocean right?”

It crossed my mind that we might have sucked his brain out when we drained his balls earlier in the morning.

“Not certain if there are local oysters; but they’re definitely from the ocean,” Kent said without hesitation.

“I could eat a ton of them right about now,” Eric said with another exaggerated stretch that had my pervy thoughts running wild again; those muscles!  “No wait,” he stopped himself.  “Oysters probably aren’t a good idea; Sahara’s going to be out of commission for the next week.”  Then he crouched down between our lounges.  “Unless my uncles can take a lot more of what you did this morning.”

“I … we … “

“What you have to know about guy-on-guy,” Kent jumped in and interrupted my dick’s rise in my swim-suit.  “It’s just sex; unless you’re in a relationship with the guy.  Otherwise it’s just … “  He paused and looked at me to complete the thought.

“Oh … yeah … it’s just what guys need; to get off.”

Eric sighed and got up enough to sit on my lounge brushing his fine butt against my leg and sending my dick thickening again.  I didn’t move and let my leg enjoyed the hardness of his bubble butt.

“Well not gonna lie dudes; those were the best … ” he leaned in and lowered his voice.  “ … blowjobs I’ve ever had.  Ever dudes.  For real.”

I was wondering how to ask if he wanted another one (or my dick and balls were).  I tried and nothing came to my lips; which was what would come of my desire if I couldn’t say anything.

“Oh man,” Eric said louder startling me.  Then he put his warm slightly wet hand flat on my chest over my scar.  My hard dick throbbed.  “Are you sure the sun is good for your scars uncle Al?”

“I … uh … “ I stammered.  The feeling of his big warm hand on my chest just might cause my balls to erupt.

“He’s got SPF 50 there,” Kent answered for me.  “And it’s been over a year, so we should be able to have some sun exposure there without it causing the scar tissue to color unnaturally.”

He was right of course.  That’s what we’d been told and confirmed by our own research about my maimed torso.

Eric let his hand linger there and spread his fingers in the chest hair that covered my pecs. “We could be blood uncle Al,” he said.  “We both got hairy genes and perky nipples.”  He let his thumb and pinky rub each of my hardened nubs.

If you think that’s ‘perky’ you should take a look between my legs! I thought with both shame and a bit of laughter.

“Mine get hard really easily like that; just like my dong,” my nephew continued.

I would have squirmed or gotten up and dove in the water if my dick wouldn’t have been as obvious as hell!

“So you were saying about the great blowjob and the need for LOADS more relief?” Kent asked with a devilish glance at me.

Oh no he did not! I thought to myself.  To them I said, “I thought we were talking about lunch.”

Kent quickly replied, “Could be both.”

Well I f’ing walked into that one!

“Dudes, I am starved,” Eric returned to the discussion thank Christ.  “And truth be told,” he said leaning in and lowering his voice again, “I could use some more of that butthole action.  Man that was wild!”

“You don’t say,” Kent said with a snarky grin at me.  “Which is it?  Food or rimjob?”

Do I get a vote? I thought to myself.

“Hmmm now let me think about this,” Eric play-acted by putting his finger to his upper lip and gazing pensively at the water.  Then he burst into a wide grin.  “Kidding!  Let’s go upstairs!”

We did.  Eric, Kent, and I all put beach towels around our waists and knotted them in front; the bulky terry and the double layer helped make our hard-ons less obvious.

When we got in the elevator we were alone.  Eric yelped and I saw Kent had his hand down the back of Eric’s swimsuit as his towel was falling away; I helpfully caught it.

“Dude!  That feels amazing,” Eric moaned as we rode up.  I was pretty certain Kent was rubbing Eric’s rosebud; it always drives me when he does that.

We burst into the condo in a hurry to get to it.  We went straight into the unused bedroom which fortunately had two queen-sized beds. Kent stripped Eric’s jams off with no small difficulty getting them past his fat dick.  Then he motioned for Eric to get on the bed while he stripped and motioned for me to do the same.

Sucking my straight nephew off while we were both in swimsuits was one thing; a straight guy and two gay guys all naked was a risky move.

“Holy shit uncle Kent!” Eric gasped.  “You’re putting me and uncle Al both to shame with that long-board you’re sporting there.”

I had to snigger and I was also full of pride for having such a hung hubby.

“Just don’t be getting any ideas of where you might put that weapon in me!  You either uncle Al.  Dudes I’m the biggest-dicked white guy I know; and you’re putting me to shame.”

I laughed at my nephew; particularly as his eight-plus incher was throbbing and drooling.

“Put your forearms behind your knees and pull them back to your chest,” Kent told Eric flatly.  When Eric looked worried Kent continued, “I’m gonna show you just what a good rimming and fingering is.  Bet ya I could make you cum even if Al wasn’t sucking your cock and licking your balls.

“Who am I to say no to any of it?” my nephew asked and did as he was told.

Damn that big hairy muscle ass of his was outdone only by the hairier crack and tightly puckered brown-eye that was Kent’s target.  And with Eric’s arms locking his legs up like that for me to suck his dick would require my own dick to be in Eric’s face.  Kent knew exactly what he was doing.

Kent didn’t waste any time either.  Eric’s first moan when Kent’s tongue swept up Eric’s crack and over his hole was nearly ear-piercing.  Kent paused and looked up over my nephew’s hairy sac.  “Keep that up and Al may have to gag you with something to keep the neighbors at bay.”  He went back to work before Eric could give that much thought; and the straight boy gasped and sucked breath through his teeth but kept the decibels down.

I was crouched next to Eric’s side and leaning over his arm and leg to get my mouth on his balls and hard dick.  It was a surprisingly good angle and I throat-swallowed his fat dick knob easier than I had earlier.

“Oh holy fuckin’ hell!” he cried out but caught himself and went back to moans and groans and grunts and gasps as we worked him.

Kent went at Eric’s hairy bag and replaced his tongue at his hole with a finger.  That got a surprised reaction then a really hard shiver; I knew just where that fingertip was as Eric muttered, “Oh god!”

I could feel Eric’s already thick hard cock getting even thicker and harder and knew we’d run him up to the edge.  I knew Kent knew it too and he didn’t show any signs of letting-up.  He was hoovering those balls more and more roughly and suddenly made Eric cry out when he got a second finger inside him.

Eric was bucking and moaning and throwing his head from side to side.  That caused his dick to fuck my throat and also my hard-on to smack his face every few thrashes.  If he noticed he didn’t seem to care; he was way too worked-up.

Then all at once he shattered and began long muffled screams and jets of his millennial cum gushed into my throat.  It happened so fast it was like a switch flipped.

Kent had his fingers up Eric’s butt but had left his balls and was watching him thrash about and ride his fingers; Kent was grinning.  “How was this load?”

I grunted something positive but hadn’t let go of the cock I was sucking yet.

Then just like when he started cumming suddenly Eric jerked himself off Kent’s fingers, shoved my head off his cock with a loud grunt of exertion, and he scrambled on his back toward the headboard for some distance as he panted and wiped drool off his face.   “O … KAY!” he panted.  “THAT!”  He was catching breaths.  “Was.  Amaze … balls!”

My own balls were aching for release; and my dick was throbbing and my precum running.  As if my thoughts were loud enough for my nephew to hear he looked directly at my dick and held that gaze for a while as he continued to get his breathing back to normal.

“I can’t fuckin’ believe THAT was just the best cum I’ve ever had; after the two this morning!”

“And we’re not even close to showing you what your body is capable of feeing!” Kent told him with a very smug look on his face and his huge dick in his hand.

“Is that what it’s like every time with two dudes?”

I laughed.  “Are you asking if every three-way is that good or if every guy-on-guy is that good?”

“Either!  Both!  Fuck I don’t know,” he blurted out.  “What I do know is that is NOTHING like getting head from a chick.  And what you did to me … back there?  If you’d ever asked me I’d have said no way could I like having anything IN there.  And the weirdest part?  After three time-stopping blast-offs in like five hours I feel like I could go again.  And want to!”

Who were we to refuse?